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Poetry – Year V – Number 38 – July 2020

    DEAR MAMA by Nikita Bhardwaj

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    Dear Mama You told me I was born to be loved. That I clawed out of the womb like a wild thing, slick with my father’s breath and the first smell of rain. We were alone,...

    OVERFLOW by Adam Day

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    OVERFLOW Judges – spit no polish; wigs out of order – clouds hanging like wool on barbed wire. History rush loosens jaws white system reality rewritten in cities that are also history. Adam Day is the author of Left-Handed Wolf...

    A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL by Helen Sokolsky

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    A GATEKEEPER’S VIGIL I wander through carpets of heather and primrose leaving behind a discordant arena my salve is found locked in this garden where a single flower can restore the soul no strife present in this cloister...

    BREEZE by Alan Berger

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    BREEZE There is a soft breeze coming from a place I use to be A sweet gust between the two of us A truce of sorts if you want to call it that A sort of cease fire...

    I TOOK IT AS A SIGN TO START SINGING by Richard Grove

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    I Took it as a Sign to Start Singing Inspired by Rumi Translated by Coleman Barks Last night the full moon floated in the stillness of my cool, lake-view horizon. I took it as a sign to start...

    WHY by Dave Clark

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    Why Why. Who is better off at their final breath? I cry out. Why? I get no answer. There has to be an answer for this. Surely some reason, Some purpose. But what answer Would leave me feeling okay About their demise? What answer would satisfy? Why. I’m...

    SLOW MOTION by Merlin Flower

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    Slow motion Frozen in the depths of the holiday, a horrendous thought awoke, and snared. are friends the real enemies? you said you were broke as I was waiting for the ‘ever running late’ bus ruminating on the mounting debts...

    LOVE GAMES by Edith Speers

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    Love Games Start anywhere and with tongue or fingertip trace on your lover the longest possible route to your favourite place or your least favourite place Start anywhere and imagine the aging of your beloved detail by detail...

    PASSING TIME by John P. Drudge

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    Passing Time In the vaguely Haunted Eventless days Of wandering aimlessly Over bridges From bank to bank Past smoky cafes And cheap hotels High on wine And careless oblivion Putting place And tradition Beyond the tangible Striking Of my tears On cobblestones As...

    CLOCKWORK by Anannya Uberoi

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    Clockwork The clockwork's clunking cycles— routine chirrups working with our own, mechanical metronome dictating our waking and falling and drifting in staccato synchrony. The clockwork's scissors shard furibund flowers by the hour, comb the seasons, change their warmth, pendulum the...